" Her aunt shook her head. "I suppose there are a lot of things that women have traditionally been very good at that they don't teach." I wouldn't kno...." Follow me." Aunt Jessica led her down the hall to a little nook where she had her sewing machine. "We have plenty of time before dinner since you didn't have a tutoring session today, and we can get started with just how a sewing machine works, and what it is you do when operating it." Should I even bother to learn one of these?" If nothing. Not only him, but Gold James apparently got blasted with the implant as well. The two of them often had arguments and discussions regarding things as they both sat and meditated on the intricacies of triangles, π, basic physics, chemistry and damn near everything else.To the great surprise of them both, they realised that when they were in joint meditation as they often were at this time, their understanding was twice as fast. They often found themselves meditating on the exact same parts at. “Topless” she replied. “Ok” I stammered. I stood up and took of my T shirt and bra. I then sat down crouching over her lap on my sofa. This placed my tits at her face level. She started to kiss and stroke them, then I felt her tears on them. I pulled away, asking her why she was crying. She had always wanted a big chest and this was as close as she felt she would ever get with short of plastic surgery. I looked down at her, her breasts were small, but in immature way. Being a ballerina, this. Of course I would let them know that they had a choice. They could cover the difference or they could say screw off and I’d get an attorney and sue them for everything I could get. I think it would be a good bet that they would take the easy way out. It would cost them more in attorney’s fees to fight my suit that it would cost to give me what I initially asked for.The job situation was going to be the major problem. I liked my job and until I saw what I had seen I liked my boss and the people.